Thatcher Feng saw that its face was not that of the unforgivable monster above, and what it said was somewhat credible. He rolled his eyes and thought of a way: "Don't cry when it's done. What's your name? If you If you feel bored, go to the side hall of Jisu Mountain to find me."
Seeing that the dog let go of its claws, Thatcher Feng quickly jumped to the side and straightened his wings. They were covered with tears and saliva. It was so disgusting.
"Brother, you are my only brother. You have cultivated human form and live in such a nice place. You are worthy of being a brother. I don't have a name for you, so you can choose one." The little yellow dog has been pretending to be arrogant for so long, and now he is finally exposed. Nature, in fact, is a B!tch.
Thatcher Feng regained the feeling of being the king of the mountain. He put his hands on his H!ps and looked around: "Since you were dug out from under this banyan tree, you will be called Xiao Rong from now on!"
*
Thatcher Feng has been chased and beaten by the teaching elders these days.
The reason is that he always gets distracted and dozes off during class during the day. The elders are worried that such a good seedling will be ruined in his hands, so they always like to call him up to answer questions in class.
In fact, it's just some insignificant things. Once you answer them, nothing will happen. It's just a way to make him sober.
This kid was half asleep. He just answered the question after hearing it. Then he sat down and looked at what was written in the book. Then he stood up and said that what was written in the book was wrong. He also had to demonstrate how to use the power of this spell on the spot. bigger.
Not to mention anything else, this is a spell passed down by the Phoenix Clan. How could the translation from the treasured unique copy be wrong?
Elder Qi quarreled with Thatcher Feng on the spot. Thatcher Feng refused to fight him out of respect for his teacher. As a result, Elder Qi turned around and asked him to copy the book five times.
The chicken is confused, the chicken is surprised, and the chicken is angry.
Thatcher Feng was standing on the rice paper, holding a brush in his mouth and scribbling on it.
As for why he didn't draw a book, it was mainly because the old man said that if he found out that Thatcher Feng was making trouble in the book, he would copy it ten times.
"Damn, darn, darn, horrendous mortal!" He felt that using a brush to draw calligraphy was not satisfying enough, so he simply stood in the inkstone with his two paws and covered them with ink, and then made trouble on the rice paper.
"Brother Feng? Brother Feng, here I come, Brother Feng." Xiaorong opened the window that was not closed tightly and jumped in from the outside.
Thatcher Feng was angry and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing?"
Ever since he named Xiaorong that day, the little yellow dog has become attached to Fengyan. Every day, he would wait for Fengyan to finish class and then sneak into his room.
And he had been sleepy during the day these past few days because he was jumping up and down in the sect with Xiaorong at night.
Thinking of this, Thatcher Feng got angry, tore up the rice paper with his ink-stained paws, and said angrily: "Delicacies from the mountains and the sea, they are really pure delicacies from the mountains and the sea. I want to pick fruits from the trees and catch fish in the water. I can even roast squab." Didn't see it!"
Little Rong didn't know why this matter was mentioned again, and she subconsciously wanted to run away with her tail between her legs.
"Don't run! Come here!"
So Xiaorong came back with his tail between his legs.
It jumped up on the chair, put its forelimbs on the table, and looked at the things on the table curiously.
Thatcher Feng threw the ink-stained brush in front of him, "Copy! Don't come see me if you haven't copied enough five copies!"
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Xiaorong looked at Thatcher Feng in confusion, then at her own dog paw, and whispered: "Brother, Brother Feng, I haven't cultivated my human form yet and I can't write..."
"You can't write without changing into a human form? I'm training you! When you become a human, you won't have to study so hard." Thatcher Feng understood the crooked idea and began to give pointers.
Little Rong didn't know there were so many twists and turns. It really thought that Thatcher Feng really wanted to exercise himself. When hesitating whether to use his claws or his mouth, he finally chose the latter.
Before I even wrote a word, there was a knock on the door, "Thatcher Feng? Are you here?"
The fairy came to find him!
"Here! Master," the golden light flashed, and he immediately transformed back into his human body. He picked up the little banyan holding the brush and threw it out of the window. He said in a panic: "...I'm coming right now, "Master."
Beckett Yan's response was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, which seemed to be mixed with...a whimper?
Beckett Yan was so anxious that she knocked on the door twice more.
"No, no, no, Master, I'm fine." Thatcher Feng hurriedly came over and opened the door, "Master, how come you have time to look for me today?"
He had not seen Beckett Yan since the day he became his master. Thatcher Feng even caught Preston Zhong in class and asked about the situation, only to learn that his master had not been found in recent times.
Strange phenomena have occurred frequently in many places in recent days. Beckett Yan traveled around to deal with matters, and naturally he did not pay attention to the apprentice he had just accepted.
So being able to come here today was something Thatcher Feng never expected.
Beckett Yan had no intention of going in. He stood at the door and looked around the room. The once empty room was gradually filled with Thatcher Feng's efforts, but now the table, window sill, and floor were full of ink marks.
He glanced at Thatcher Feng's feet without leaving any trace.
Very good, not surprisingly I saw two black feet.
"I heard that you were punished by Elder Qi today?"
Thatcher Feng was a little embarrassed: "Well, I thought that the writing in this book was very different from the real magic, that's why I talked back to Elder Qi."
"So you're saying there's a better way?"
Hearing that someone finally listened to what he said seriously, Thatcher Feng cheered up, "Master, you see, the book says, fire burns, fire, destroys. On the journey to the south, the fire goes up. Pictogram ①. Spiritual power The movement should be radiating outward from the spiritual house to the heart, but the description in this section of the book is extremely vague. "
"Although the description in the first half of the book is correct, the focus should be on the latter part. Cultivators are missing the most important point in their cultivation. It is not a good idea to practice for a long time and accumulate fire in the heart and lungs."
Thatcher Feng raised this question to point out the problems that cultivators have at the root of their cultivation. No wonder he was punished by Elder Qi to copy books.
"Even if someone notices this problem and takes the right direction, it is too late. This technique must be performed in an extremely cold place from the very beginning. Only when it can melt the extreme ice can it be considered a success."
"This technique has extremely strict requirements, but it is really inappropriate to teach it as an enlightenment book now." Thatcher Feng said it word for word according to what his mother taught him in his memory. His face was serious, and it seemed that he was not lying.
After listening to Thatcher Feng's description, Beckett Yan knew that this matter was not simple, but the biggest doubt was, how did Thatcher Feng know about it?
That's what he thought, so he asked.
Thatcher Feng, who had just finished explaining, felt that he was arrogant, and when he heard these words, he became depressed.
After all the calculations, what he failed to calculate was that it would be difficult for the world to believe the true origin of this technique, and no one would believe him when his identity was revealed.
"I...uh," a hundred and eighty lies flashed through his mind, but he found that none of them were reliable. In the end, he only said: "My mother told me."
Yan Hui had no expression on his face, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not.
"Anyway, I have been practicing this way since I was a child. At worst, I can just find someone who is at the same level as me to compare myself with." Thatcher Feng knew that he had done something wrong, and his head was as low as a quail.
Beckett Yan stopped asking him questions. Although he was a little worried in his heart, he still didn't show it on his face. He said: "Next time something like this happens again, don't embarrass him publicly. I will let people do it again." Read the Phoenix original copy carefully. "
Beckett Yan didn't make a promise to him, but as a little-known disciple, this was the best outcome.
So Thatcher Feng is still very happy, the fairy is indeed a fairy! It makes sense!
"Master, I understand." He replied obediently.
Beckett Yan said calmly: "You only need to write it once for this penalty."
After Yan Hui in front of him finished speaking, he summoned Yuan Yi and left on the crane.
After Yan Hui's figure was completely invisible, Thatcher Feng jumped up happily in the room.
The little banyan that was hiding in the corner and eavesdropping climbed in through the window again. It spit out the brush on the ground, and the dog lay down straight and started to pretend to be dead.
Thatcher Feng was teaching it a lesson just now, so naturally he didn't have much patience with it, and it didn't please him wherever he looked, "The ink has flowed to the ground! Xiao Rong, put it away quickly!"
Xiaorong didn't even open her eyes, and even stuck out her tongue to show that she was seriously injured.
Thatcher Feng picked up the brush angrily and muttered: "The floor and window sill are all covered with ink, and...ah!" Only then did he realize that the ground he stepped on was full of black footprints. .
Thatcher Feng looked down at his feet with disbelief on his face, and the scene in front of him made his eyes darken.
"Ah! Why are my paws so dirty? I am embarrassed in front of the fairy again!"
*
The next morning, Xiaorong slipped in through the window again. He washed his paws before coming in. The dog lay half-lying on the bed, gently shaking Thatcher Feng's arm.
Little Rong has changed from a homeless person to a professional housekeeper. The whole dog is drooping, and she is yawning while conscientiously asking her elder brother to get up.
"Brother, big brother, get up quickly." When Thatcher Feng heard the voice telling him to get up, he just wanted to fly into the forest and eat every bird that didn't wake up.
But he was unwilling to get up, so he had to cover his head with the quilt. Seeing this, Xiao Rong had no choice but to use his trump card: "I heard last night that your master will be patrolling everywhere today."
"Real or not!" Thatcher Feng got up from the bed and knocked Xiao Rong to the ground.
"Why didn't you call me earlier! Tweet, Tweet, I look good like this, okay?" He was used to it, and he smoothed his hair with his hands and stopped caring about it. Thatcher Feng looked around the mirror, looking left and right, but she still didn't Get a response. When he looked back, Xiaorong was lying on the ground covering his head.
"What are you doing?" He said he didn't understand Xiaorong's behavior.
"You...you!" Xiaorong covered her head that hit the floor, and she couldn't speak clearly. "You really think you are a master by hanging a gourd in the house, I will rise up today! (Uprising)"
It stood up and shook its head, looking at Thatcher Feng with a righteous face. However, it remembered that when Thatcher Feng was angry two days ago, he spit fire on its B*tt0cks. Now its B*tt0cks were all black, and it lowered itself again. Head held high.
"What are you doing today? It's weird." Thatcher Feng couldn't understand its behavior today.
"Uh...it's okay! Brother, you are so handsome like this! You are so graceful and graceful!" Xiao Rong closed her eyes and started to praise him. In fact, this look is no different from usual.
But Thatcher Feng's aura changed obviously after he was praised, and anyone with a discerning eye could see his arrogance.
Thatcher Feng came earlier than usual today. Old Man Qi thought that he had finally brought a talented disciple who had gone astray back to the right path. He stood at the door, flipping through the pile of rice papers that Thatcher Feng was punished for copying, and nodded with satisfaction.
It’s not for anything else, but mainly because Thatcher Feng’s handwriting is so beautiful that it’s really amazing.
If Thatcher Feng heard this, he would definitely not be able to help but giggle. What a joke, this was a calligraphy his mother had practiced watching him for many years. If he didn't look good, Feng Jinghong would come from thousands of miles away to beat him up.
Elder Qi read through it carefully and nodded slightly: "Okay, I forgive you for having a good attitude. Go in and have class."
Thatcher Feng happily found a seat at the back and sat down.
Elder Qi walked up to the stage, took out his book and said word by word: "Today we will talk about the fifth lesson of the Phoenix Clan's inheritance, the operation of fire spiritual power..."
"Yes, this volume is all about it."
"Aura is generated from the inner palace, the sky has five elements, and the power of fire can also be attached to swords and even ice,"
"Yeah, but to be able to hold ice without melting, you need to have a deep foundation."
Elder Qi listened to Thatcher Feng's comments below, but Quan pretended not to hear him. He continued to read: "And what we are talking about today is how to turn spiritual power into what you want in your heart."
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